By: Lynn White We were the golden people then, flying high above the rest, shimmering like the arrogant angels we saw playing way above the clouds. We could almost touch them with our arms outstretched as we danced our way through…

By: Denny E. Marshall Yesterday lots of clouds Today clear skies Few hours’ later One cloud appears Perhaps loneliness Is all about Being a day or two behind Two hours later Another single cloud appears

By: Kousik Adhikari Twisting clouds Hung over balcony, mother rushes Fetching clothes, now the chubby queen Shall surely cry, looking abortive As she cries. On a roof near my fingers Three females leaping Over harassing raindrops, While drops listen female…